Living with the Styles.

Chapter 1

(Picture of Lisa Cimorelli, who I based Piper's Look on is in the Multimedia.) (Piper's outfit in the external link)

I ran quickly into my room and rummaged through the box and found exactly was I was looking for. I’m going to make this chick feel extremely welcome.

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I took the object I was looking for and went quickly into the spare room. I poured the condiments all over her bed, smiling stupid.

'Harry, Gemma. I'm just going to pick up the Exchange Student. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Make sure the house is tidy. I'm counting on you guys!' My mother called up.

I quickly finished up and went to wash my hands. It wouldn't come off easy so I just left it. It wasn't that noticeable. Storilling back into my room, I couldn’t help feeling a little bad, but it would be so worth it, seeing her face afterwards.

About 10-15 minutes later my mum came home with the Aussie girl. My mum helped her out and they walked up the drive way. They came through the door where Gemma and I were standing waiting for them. She was... beautiful. Her long wavy curls ran down her back, just stopping at her lower back. She wore dark denim high waisted shorts with a pink vest-top tucked in. She wore a big varsity jacket over it. She had thy high, grey socks and black converse. She had a thin line of eye liner and thick black mascara covered her eyelashes. She had very tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes, which sort of sparkled in the light. She seemed very nervous, she hand her hand covering her pink lips, whilst the other was attached to her suitcase. She made no eye contact and started at her shoes. She was sort of… perfect.

'Guys, this is Piper Roberts. She is from Sydney Australia and she's 16 years of age. Piper, this is my 16 year old son Harry and my daughter Gemma is 20. I hope you feel welcome.' My mother said. Piper flashed a quick smile, waving a little before her hand back once again hid her mouth. 'Harry please take Piper's suitcase and show her room.'

'Yes mum.' I picked up her very heavy, suitcase, and started walking up our flight of stairs. She grabbed her two carry-on bags and a handbag and followed me. I quickly placed her suitcase onto her bedroom floor and scarred out before she made it to the top of the stairs. 'In there.' I pointed and quickly rushed to my room.

'Thank you.' She said with a sweet, angelic voice, with a strong Australian accent. I flashed her a smile. I felt bad for what I had done, but it was too late to fix it.

I heard her scream. She had saw what I did. I felt the guilt overcome my insides.

(A/N: Don't forget to check out 'Cimorelli' if you already don't. Video on the side on their cover of 'Firework' by Katy Perry, back from 2010 btw. I based Piper's look on Lisa Cimorelli. Check the out, they're amazing!)